La Musa Madrigalesca: Or, A Collection of Madrigals, Ballets, Roundelays, Etc., Chiefly of the Elizabethan Age; with Remarks and Annotations. By Thomas Oliphant
Calkin and Budd, 1837 - Всего страниц: 338
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Стр. 282 - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Стр. 15 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Стр. 307 - Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears : Yet slower, yet ; O faintly, gentle springs : List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. Droop herbs and flowers, Fall grief in showers, Our beauties are not ours...
Стр. 157 - And lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms, A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms: But though from court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song, — ''Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.
Стр. 22 - Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love ! Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love ! Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Стр. 7 - ... their rage of will ; Their treasure is their only trust ; A cloaked craft their store of skill : But all the pleasure that I find Is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease : My conscience clear my chief defence ; I neither seek by bribes to please, Nor by deceit to breed offence : Thus do I live ; thus will I die ; Would all did so as well as I ! To PHILLIS THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS.
Стр. 253 - Where shall we our breakfast take?" "Downe in yonder greene field, There lies a knight slain under his shield. "His hounds they lie downe at his feete, So well they can their master keepe. "His haukes they flie so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie.
Стр. 306 - ... go some to the woods and groves, some to the hills and mountains, some to one place, some to another, where they spend all the night in pleasant pastimes, and in the morning they return, bringing with them birch houghs, and lu. nu lir- of trees, to deck their assemblies withal.